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Stalking through secret tunnels on your way to a f*******n Library can be kind of fun and exciting. But a few minutes into the upper tunnel and the deadliness of it all crept back into the adventure, and my palms slicked with sweat. After the third time I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, a set of wide, polished double doors came into view.
“We shouldn’t knock, right?” I whispered as we reached the doors. Shining brass handles stood out against the deep chocolate color of the wood. They towered over us, at least twelve feet high, looking more like they belonged in a mansion than in an underground stone tunnel.
“After me, I think.” Eric stepped forward and took the handle.
I held my breath, waiting for the door to grow teeth and bite Eric in half, or to shock him and send him flying
